Chapter 85

Demetria run for her life didn't get her far. It would have been better if she did get to know the rooms better like Jack suggested. She barely made it to the front door when

Ivory came back with a vengeance and dragged her back with the flick of her wrist.

Her natural born magic was better than Demetria not having any at all.

Ivory dragged her back by the hair, all the way to the parlor where Ike stood fuming in the corner. His shoulders were tight, both hands shoved down into his pockets.

Demetria's pride told her to stand her ground, not let him see any fear in her eyes.

The little girl inside screamed for a way to escape. She needed her fingers and toes.

Ivory slung Demetria toward the wall, and cursed in a foreign language. Demetria's head spun, stars dancing along her vision, masking the scene in front of her.

"Get her before I kill her," Ivory said, rubbing her stomach.

Demetria slowly crawled to her knees, and stood, using the wall as a crutch. Ivory stared daggers at her fr